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Kyle went screaming to the other side of the store, crashing into the drink freezers with such force, it smashed the glass and the racks that held the drinks. Several dozens of drinks fell from their shelfing, some falling onto the Alchemist.

He coughed loudly, spitting out blood. He wiped his mouth with this glove.
"God damn..." He said to himself. The young man could hear his inner voice laugh at him.

Come now. You blade is worthless against him even. What now? Throw rocks at him?

Kyle looked at the the Zanbato. It was perfectly fine but then again this demon probably only used a very small portion of his power. Again, Kyle coughed and more blood came up.

Then suddenly: there was this massive explosion. He had no clue, honestly, was had happened but when the bright flash of pure absolute power was said and done, all Kyle could hear was a very harsh ringing in his ears. Kyle knew that some of the building's ceiling had fallen on him, as well.

He forced himself up when his hearing returned. But his body was happy to comply with this order and it screamed for him to stop moving. The only parts of his body that didn't hurt were the ones that didn't have any actual feeling. His head throbbed and he realized that blood was dripping from an open wound on his forehead onto his fake eye.

He dashed forward - but not at the demon - but instead for Ichigo. He grabbed her and picked her up.

"Time to go!" He yelled out as he made a mad dash for the back door he had blown in.

What the ******** are you doing, Kyle!? Ignoring the demon won't save a soul!! Idiot. Let me out and I'll kill him!! Kill him - Something you are too weak to do!!

He didn't want to think about it. He had just realized that Ichi was there and it meant he could save her life, someone he knew.

The State Alchemist put her down right outside the back door, then wipped the blood off his fake eye. His next relazation came that he had lost his sunglasses he wore to hide the automail eye, "Get the hell out of here. Don't follow me back in there."

It was a harsh statement, but true. He could save one life and if that was it, that was good enough for him.

But it didn't mean he was quitting just yet, though. Every life mattered and he was going back to try to save more.

The young Kyle gave a final stare at Ichi. He could see the obvious fear in her eyes. Yet he didn't have any words of relief or hope. Because he felt it would only be false promises.

Yesssssss, feel my power. You want it, don't you? Because you'll be able to stop a greater evil by being real evil. You know I want to fight that beast in the store. Kyle, do not the ends justify the means?

"No. The ends do not justifiy the means. Clever devil. You'll just have to force your way out like usual."

It cackled, Then you know it is only a matter of time, yes? I'll be the one in charge soon enough.

Kyle made no reply, instead he turned away from Ichi and walked back into the store. He looked at the demon, who was all too pleased with his own destructiveness. Anger broiled in the Alchemist's voice and soul.

"Alright demon... I'm going to end you."

You will fail.

(( RAWR TO EDITING. And Ichi needs to read more. xD ))

Ichi stood there right as Kyle let her down, staring at him as he walked back in. She sure didn't want to go back in there, but she wanted her stuff back. A lot of the stuff was things she needed for her two cats and food for them. She sighed looking around her at all the blood soaked into the cold snow. A lot of the snow melted because of the fire, but the snow still continued to fall. A lot of the people were running still. Ichi didn't want to go back to the Orion just yet, so she sat down on an empty bench a few blocks away from the building she was in. She didn't think they'd go over there.

(( Uhm. Nope. :3 *goes to Edit*
ICHI KNOWS WHERE DEITY GOT ROFFLECOPTER FROM!!
It was a game and like... It was a ROFLcopter and like... there were LOLskaters. I think. xD ))

< xp ...:

There should be the two halves of a woman nearby the wall Kyle just crashed into.
There are bits and bloody pieces of person all over the entrance wall.
There is a man with no face and a gash in his neck just in front of the counter (the guy that survived the first hit and was thrown behind the counter got back up).
There are two corpses smashed together near the center of the room; a mother and parts of her child. The child's limbs are scattered in different parts of the store.
The wall with the counter over which that first guy was thrown is gone, as is the entire city in that direction.

The only people left in the store are Kyle and Fierce, as Kyle got Ichigo outta harm's way...[/summary] < <;; >>

Kyle clasped his hands together, a noticeable 'CLAP!' emerging from doing so. As he did so, angry red lightning sizzling in between his hands, sorching his thick electrical-resistant glove and sending small puffs of smoke into the air.

The Alchemist winced. Such power caused him pain and without the gloves, any use of this ability burned his hands slightly ever at the smallest amount. Thus, he always wore these gloves. They provided the need buffer between his power and his hands. But using it in such amounts like now... even his gloves were starting to break down. And 3rd degree burns weren't fun.

Plus, damaging his tattoos, a vast source of his Alchemy power would be bad. He needed the transmutation circles - the symbols drawn out to use alchemy - tattoos on his palms to bypass actually drawing out a transmutation circle itself.

Careful, careful! Heheheh. Don't wanna hurt yourself!

Now the power travelled along his arms. It was odd, when travelling along Kyle's body, it would only burned his palms: the source of it. Anything else - organic - on his body was spared from the harshness. Now, his automail wasn't so lucky: once he had accidently hit his fake eye with it, blowing it to pieces and further scarring the skin around the eye.

The many tattoos along his body started glowing the same red as the energy, gathering further power as each tattoo increased his alchemic potential. Which he was already more powerful than any other State Alchemist out there.

Indeed you are. And they fear that. They are holding you back. Secerts. Lies. Pointless missions. Lack of promotions. Everything they try to do make sure you don't grow TOO powerful for them to control.

"Unlike you. I have the ability to control my emotions and keep myself in check. I am not a monster."

Continue to tell yourself that. But I think the few tens of thousands you killed in the 2nd Ishbalan War may tend to disagree. Hehehehe. Women, children.

Ah. You were such an awesome person back then. It was fantastic. And then you had to grow a 'conscience'... actually, you always knew it was wrong. But orders are orders right?

But, alas, I'm sure you need to think something to get yourself to sleep at night.

Oh yes - Keep reminding yourself you were at times drugged by the military and also forced to obey orders - everynow and then by a fellow Alchemist more than ready to kill you. Or that you were stupid and young. But even the young know right from wrong.

But you couldn't help, could you? Because once you got to use all of power - you didn't want to give it up. Oh sure... maybe you went 'insane'. You only realized what you could really do with sheer power. And you loved it was all... until afterwards... and 'conscience' formed... again.

Ah! Also, don't forget when these people attacked you - Oh wait! That's because you had to start another war of oppression and dominance! Afterall, Kyle, you State Alchemists just haaaaave to keep 'order' and assert that you are superior to all.

Even if they aren't a threat.
Tehehehe. You killed and what's worse - you enjoyed it. And those Red Stones. Such POWER!! You power jumped... what a hundred fold? Two hundred fold?

Even now you attempt to deny that you are a killer, a murderer. A slaughter just like the one before you. Because you fought for a 'just' cause? Tehehehe. Justice was served then.

Justice was served.

And you loved it.

Oh. Before I forget. Don't forget the military's use of me. I loved it too. I really did. Such fun, fun, fun. If we're lucky, we'll have a 3rd War.

And you can have some fun too. Hehehe.

Kyle yelled out in fury as he hurled two powerful, massive bolts of Havoc energy straight at the demon standing in front of him. And he wished he could do the same to the demon inside him.

The two pulsating red lightning bolts of death formed into one, more destructive beams. They blew apart everything it touch - perhaps to the point of pure disintergration. The toughest metals melted. Tiles blew apart, the dirt ground itself - several feet under concert foundation - was even torn and thrown into the air.

There were three parts of the Alchemist's rage:
Rage at the demon who killing and murdering thousands of innoucent people.

Rage at the demon inside him, who had also killed and murdered - especially those Kyle had held dear.

The last rage was directed at himself. Because of his sins.

Because some sins could never be forgiven.

(( ^ ^''
Geez, Deity, Ichi was gonna read it even if it wasn't... xPP ))

Ichi sighed, hearing the rambling going on around the city, most people were dead, a lot have already ran or drove pretty far, some probably were in the existant houses. All off a sudden, she heard screaming, then... BAM!!! Ichi flew backwards, a pressure that she didn't know of hit her in the middle of her back, knocking the harsh wind out of her, knocking her out. And of course... She was hit so hard she flew up pretty high, enough to kill her when she landed, but since she was unconcious, she couldn't do anything to break her fall.